For most of my life, I hated my body. Ashamed. Embarrassed. Ugh. Imagine not liking the only body you've got -- for 35 years. It wasn't until one year ago, after I enrolled at the San Francisco CrossFit box (that's lingo for gym) and faced my mental and physical fears, that I can really say I LOVE my whole body. Walking past windows, I would catch a glimpse of my reflection. I saw an awkward, chubby boy with bad posture. I was the kid who would always keep his shirt on at the beach and wear oversized T-shirts to disguise my belly fat.
Two family members told me early on that I was "ugly" and "fat." "Your face is flat." "Look at your big belly, it's gross." They even made up a song pointing out why they thought I was ugly. I pretended to ignore it and acted like it didn't bother me. It hurt deep inside.